MoldovAnn

Pepette and I both got haircuts this weekend. Her last one was May 2006, mine in September (I think). We were both WAY overdue. Her fur was especially out of control, a matted mess of knots and dirt and grime. She had stopped even attempting to groom herself, which wasn’t particularly pleasant. I had no idea, though, that a cat’s haircut could cost so much - three times more than my own! Ouch. But she’s much happier now that she’s not slowing roasting to death in my over-heated apartment. And much to my delight, she’s already bathing herself again! I’m reading up on “caring for your Persian” today, in hopes that we can keep her fur more under control in the future.

She looks pretty funny at the moment (I’m calling her “naked cat”) and the giant poof on her tail is hilarious.